A hum lifted from the rather large room as the old demon began gathering some of the discarded clothes that lied in clumps on the floor. She shook her head, but a smile remained. For a moment she glanced over to the wind as a lifting breeze blew through the window. Today should be a good day at the least.
"Nnnnh..."
The maid dropped the clothes as she backed away from the sound that startled her. A arm rested in front of her body as if to protect her, from what ever was making those awful sounds. A scream lifted from her mouth as a small arm shot out from the large pile of blankets and grasped her leg. As the body made movement from its shield, her voice died down in curiosity as she watched. A black ruff of hair came from the dark aroma to the blinding light of the day. "Wha..." The small voice muttered as his small hand rubbed the corner of his eyes and a yawn shifted from his mouth. The old women blinked then gawked, did she feel dumb at this very moment. A sigh came forth, "...young master..."
Curious, very curious.
His laughter lifted in the air as he ran around the garden chasing the poor toad, like the little spitfire he was. A happy glint shone in his eyes as his little clawed hand reached forward, once again trying to grasp the old toads cloak. It was the young demons daily routine, to chase his father's assistant. Not like the ugly thing was much help. A giggle rose as a wide grin spread across his tan face as he jumped over the small demon and pushed him down. "Your so slow Jaken." He laughed and placed his hands on his hips. The toad stood and hmphed before turning away from the inu and began heading back to the castle. "Very funny young master Daichi." His voice squeaked. Daichi gawked as his mouth dropped open. "Hey, Jakken, come back lets play some more."
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"Kaa-san!" He yelled as he ran through the castle looking for his mother. Usually she was in the library with his father, but she wasn't there. Or was she. He groaned and stopped running, His face turned down towards the floor as he waited there, thinking. Some of the maids blinked as they watched him. He hated it when he was alone, he couldn't stand it. Growling he threw his arms up in the air with a scroll covering his face. "Haha-wa!" He yelled once more, using a more former version. The maids smiled nervously as sweat began to gather. "He's so adorable." "Yeah, just like Ka--" "Sssh! Remember, it's forbidden."
Turning his head from side to side as he glanced. Spotting one of the maids, he ran up up and placed his hand on the wall. "Oi, Kana-chan! Have you seen my mother?" He questioned, his baby face curious and wondering. The women giggled and shook her head, before patting his head. "...no sorry Daichi-sama, but I think the last place she was, was at the dojo..."She stated while pondering about that mere thought.
Daichi scratched the side of his head as he blinked. Smiling he pushed off the wall with a laugh. "It's a start." He raced off, his black hair swaying as he ran. Maybe Caga-chan was out there as well. Smirking at the thought was making fun of his older sister brought joy to his mood. "Slow down master." He didn't listen, but kept on running. His blue sleeves flapped as the air rushed by him. Turning the corner, his boots skid as he nearly fell over, but caught his balance. Almost there now. Just a matter of time, before he would get to be annoying for the day. But then again, just as the fun begins so does the pain. A huff came from his panting lips as he came to a halt. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea that he called her that.
Daichi cringed and the thought of getting smacked upside the head and slouched his shoulders into a lazy position. "Oh well, it was worth thinking about at least." He muttered to himself after crossing his arms. Racing down the hill just as the dojo came into his view.
When she woke up, it was silent.
She shifted in the bed and shielded her eyes from the dim morning light, made bright by her heightened sight. Feeling no warmth at her side, she sat up abruptly and glanced to the other half of the veiled futon, her brows furrowing over her emerald eyes when she saw her mate gone, though he had left a small hollow there on the covers. The miko inhaled deeply before letting a breath out, filling her senses with Sesshomaru's mild and comforting forest and rain scent. She already knew the reason why he didn't wake her so they could spend a few quiet moments of early morning together, as was their unspoken custom.
Her toes curled at the thought of crawling out of the warm futon, but she had to get up. Kagome raked a clawed hand though her hair- the preliminary efforts of taming her volume of tresses. The youkai woman slipped out of the futon and wrapped her bed gown around herself as she exposed her body to the cold, quickly changing into her kimono. It was her favorite, since it allowed for easy movement and had a pretty pattern.
Her thoughts wandered back to her absent mate. A frown came over her face as she picked up her brush. Sesshomaru's either out patrolling... she mused, quickly brushing out her hair and doing it up in a loose bun, or in the library researching the rumors we heard about.
It had just been two days ago. There were whispers among the lands of several powerful demon warriors, wandering around as if searching for something. The even more hushed-up topic was that one of them looked like a certain long lost Narumi. But of course, it had reached her mate's sensitive ears, and in no time at all he had gone to combing the Western Lands thoroughly, partially to make sure these visitors would cause no trouble, and partially to see if the rumors were true. Just last night she had gone out with him, but Sesshomaru had sent her home with orders to rest after only a few hours.
Not that she listened. She tailed him, just far enough away to prevent him from sniffing her out, but close enough to run to him if something came up. He probably knew I was following him though, she pouted. It'd explain why he didn't wake me up this morning. Oh well. Either way, she'd find him sooner or later. If he'd gone out for patrolling she'd bully out which part he'd gone to out of Jakken, and if he was in his study, she'd go visit him.
All of this was before around four in the morning. Bullying Jakken, while enjoyable, had been of no use- Sesshomaru hadn't gone out patrolling. And a quick check of the huge library proved that he wasn't in there either. Kagome resigned herself to the fact that maybe it was one of those 'Sesshomaru-sama needs quiet' days and headed for the dojo to one of her favorite places: the archery range.
Now it was around eight or so. Weapons practice: check. Miko spiritual meditation: check. And of course, a few hours of hitting bulls-eye's, both stationary and moving: check. She was just ending her training session when she heard her youngest pup's voice echoing in the nearby castle, waking up anybody who'd been lingering in their sleep. Kagome let a small smile come over her features. Daichi was so adorable- the only thing was that he reminded her too much of Kanone.
"Ohayo, Dai-chan," she called, starting to head out to meet him. "What are you doing being so noisy so early?"she teased.
"Yeah Chi-Dai. I doubt anyone is still sleeping now." Cagalli emerged from the weapons room, having just put away her practice sword. She had come into the dojo a couple hours after her mother. The two had exchanged good mornings, but after that the place had been quiet, both women concentrating on their work-outs. Cagalli personally liked that kind of morning. Not just the ones with her mother, though she did appreciate those a lot. It was the kind morning where she could spend time with just one of her family members. A person could just bask in the silence, but still have the wonderful feeling of having a companion nearby. She and her mother often had those kinds of mornings, with Daichi next in frequency, and then Sabriel and her father tied at last. Her older brother seemed just too... unenthusiastic about things like these, and her father was busy as it was.
The girl took in the sight of her beloved younger brother running down the hill. He could be annoying at times, but he was the perfect sibling- cute wise, anyways, said her inner girly side. It had warped ideas of what was cute and what wasn't, for a girly conscious, but at least this was something that made sense. "What, did you go through a tornado before you came here? What a shame to the well-groomed name of the Inu family of the West," she murmured under her breath with a lopsided smirk on her lips, knowing full well both her mother and brother could hear her very well.
Kagome gave her daughter an exasperated look at the comment, though it was all very true. The family was notorious for being "well-groomed". They were almost cat-like in that sense. It had all started out with Sesshomaru, him and his aristocratic tendencies. Then once the miko had become his mate, she had developed her own mate/mother cleaning senses, and it had been passed down to their children. And it was kicking in now...she had a very strong urge to smooth down Daichi's hair once he came close enough.
Daichi placed a hand on his head. Sticking his tongue out at his older sister. He didn't have to her; he had his own way of dressing and doing things. Backing away from his mother and sister, a grin grew across his face. "Well, today Father is supposed to start training me." He was excited.
Both female's smiled down at the little pup.
